The Alpha Who Broke Me
Talia looks up from her computer, and time seems to freeze.
She's changed. Still beautiful, with the same dark hair and sharp features that mark her as a Lopez, but there's a sophistication to her now that wasn't there at eighteen. Her black blazer is tailored, expensive. A far cry from the ripped jeans and band t-shirts she used to wear.
"Kaia." My name falls from her lips like she's testing it.
I force a smile. "Hi, Talia."
She stands slowly, studying my face. I see warmth there, but also hurt. Curiosity mixed with something that might be anger.